To cook, or to not cook, that’s the question. Once upon a time, I liked cooking. Before the eating disorder tentacled it’s way into everything, I quite enjoyed it. I liked trying new things. I liked feeding other people. It’s harder with an eating disorder, if only because people ask why you aren’t eating, or why your food is different. So, I started cooking less. … Continue reading Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
Hobbies, interests, and passions, oh my. The focus of our interests varies from person to person, and it’s hard to tell what will pique one person, but leave another completely bored. There seems to be nothing we all embrace with equal fervour. That’s a problem. I’ve never been particularly “one true way” about my interests, save for reading which is forever and always, and also … Continue reading Passion, privilege, and personal responsibility.
From Famine to Feast 